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lee sang. 24. venus

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🞸 — SKEPTIC

[sangsv]

Hearing Sang repeat his thought was enough to solidify that maybe making a bet wasn’t that good of an idea. Taewoo was left sitting without a word to say. There wasn’t a way that he could try to correct himself, or prove that maybe betting on a lot of people dying wasn’t that bad. Instead, he tilted his head to the side, eyes going down to the crumpled blanket at the end of his bed, “Maybe not.” In a way Taewoo was lucky to have Sang as a roommate and teammate – he always was able to put things into perspective (even if it should have been obvious in the first place). 

“Wait, really?” His mood picked up: was Sang being serious? If Taewoo was being honest, it didn’t matter if he was being honest or not – Taewoo wouldn’t be making Sang do his laundry any time soon (unless he won the other’s labor fair and square, of course). Not doing laundry all the time was also a small way to help with Earth’s current condition: saving water one unwashed sock at a time. In a weird way, it made sense. “No offense, but never expect the favor to be returned if you do; if I don’t do my own laundry, I won’t be doing anyone else’s,” he let out a chuckle, stretching out his legs in front of him. “But if I am right, trust that I will be rubbing it in your face. After we beat the bad guys, of course.” 

their room may not have looked like a proper bedroom (or at least not how sang was used to), but it had enough space to store all of his clothes. good thing he hadn’t brought all of his outfits with him to earth. the man headed towards the storage united behind his bed, opening it gently to store his clean clothes inside. “it wouldn’t be a favor but just… helping out.” he shrugged, walking back to pick up the pile he had left behind. the older may have grown with people who were paid to do his laundry, but he also had some sense of responsibility. “and i wasn’t expecting you to either.” sang scrunched up his nose, moving his head from one side to the other.

he never washed his clothes without having enough dirty clothes to make it worth it — still, there was always enough dirty clothes by the end of the week. it pained his head and it pained his chest to think about taewoo’s lack of hygiene. maybe next time he spotted something laying around he should catch it before the younger could get a chance to reuse it. “well, if they do end up being bad i’m sure we’ll kick their ass.” he finally took his completed pile of clothes, placing it on its deserving spot. “or the trained professionals will. or maybe even you, though i can curse in their mind from afar.”

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[sangsv]

outgoing ➟ lee sang ↻ 00:11 — hey, old poop! ↻ 00:11 — 11 minutes late… but  ↻ 00:11 — HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!11!!!! 🎈🎉🎈🎉

〔 ✉ ⇒  the #1 TA 🌑✨ 〕 ↪ why do you always text me late at night if i’m right there ↪ but thank you!! 💕 ↪ no wait ↪ i read that as old pop and was happy for a minute ↪ all you do is let me down

[sangsv]

&&* mission impossible

[sangsv]

Even with reality being brought up – earth and moon politics – it was hard for him to not find the good in it all. His lips couldn’t hold back his grin and it shyly spread itself out across his lips. Maybe there would be one day when he wasn’t so damn smitten even at just the thought of her, but that day is far in the future. “You really think so?” a glimpse of hope; he had it stuck in his head that she could do way better than him.  

Taewoo walked out of the elevator first once he realized that Sang was waiting for him to; finally, they were out of the small elevator maze and truly on their way to the store, “That’s a good idea, but I don’t know if she’d ever find use of them. She’s not really the studying type.” Yet, Taewoo was still tempted to buy them anyway, even if just for himself. The door to the outside world was in sight and Taewoo held it open for the older boy as soon as he reached it, “After you.” 

The brittle, winter air bit at his nose, but it wasn’t unsatisfying. It was calming, and the warm friendship that was covering them both kept Taewoo warm (that or his body’s tendency to be always a little warm, no matter the weather). “By the way,” – he began, reaching uncharted territory – “do you have a someone special? A grandma to your grandpa?” He laughed it out, bumping a shoulder against Sang. There was so much he knew about his friend, but there was also so much he didn’t. And even if it wasn’t something Sang was willing to share, that didn’t mean that Taewoo didn’t want to know – he could keep a secret, after all (or at least he likes to think he can). 

“of course. you’re cute too.” and he couldn’t say it with a completely straight face. sang wanted to fold himself and squeeze his own fingers, but the feeling only managed to spill out in the shape of a contorted smile. sometimes he wished taewoo wasn’t too much of a kind person. after wasting time staring at each other in the elevator to see who would leave first the older lagged a bit before realizing he was supposed to be going out first that time.

stationery was rarely bought to be actually used. sang was a big culprit of having piles of notebooks waiting to be used and also an unnecessary amount of writing instruments scattered on top of his office desk (though, of course, they were actually very well organized). “she doesn’t need to use them! she can keep it in her pencil case and let people borrow it leading to various compliments about her good taste in pencil sharpeners.”

at such point of the discussion, the older couldn’t help but start moving his arms a bit to add enthusiasm. “which would then lead her to comment about how she didn’t buy them and how it was actually you. that is a successful way to get an indirect compliment made by her and it’ll also make her think about you.” the regular people passing by either thought he was weird or properly ignored the pair, but it didn’t take long before he hid his hands back inside his pockets. “or it could just inspire her to study… or end up in the trash.”

what followed did send a wave of tingles even down to his warm fingers. had taewoo never really noticed? “i don’t think i’ll ever have a grandma.” sang wasn’t trying to say he didn’t deserve love or anything like that, but ‘grandma’ wasn’t exactly his type. “so, no, i don’t. though, if you’d like to pretend, i’d gladly buy you some chocolate.”

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[sangsv]

dabin looked over while the older man spoke. he listened genuinely and intently, since it was often always returned to him. and once sang was done, his eyes went back to the camera slowly. memorizing the details on the screen for a second before speaking once more. “living with a habit.” he repeated. before this his life on mnemosyne was all he knew. although he learned that there were other planets in the cosmos, all they had to go on was their imaginations about what the other worlds consisted of. worlds without war and death. worlds filled with beauty from objects to people. worlds that bloomed, like flowers. “they lived and died there. all for the sake of it being home then.”

one of the first few things he immediately took a liking to once he got to earth was movies. there were wide variety of genre’s and concepts. from fiction to reality and everything in between. there were worlds within worlds, a new place for people to escape and find solace in and dabin found it all fascinating. especially gollum. “I’ve been taking pictures of beautiful things. or atleast normal things to others but beautiful still in my eyes.” picking up the camera once more, he aimed it towards the windows. snapping a few shots of the sky. “what makes something home then? and what make it worth leaving? why did you leave?”

the interesting quickly saddened him and it was sang’s turn to stare at the void while the other spoke. he could only wonder why it amused him. did dabin not know the answer before he asked? the older didn’t feel in a position to question him about it, letting the conversation flow as it should. “it’s sad but… it happens.” you could watch it on the television stories about people who stayed in their flooded homes even if they could be taken somewhere else. sometimes it was the one thing they managed to own by their own hard work and to leave it behind would be like losing everything.

“beautiful things?” his eyes turned back the other, one of his fingers pointing at his face. if his memory wasn’t failing him then dabin had just recently turned the lens towards him. “i guess you’re right.” sang looked away once again, burrowing his hands under his arms. he wasn’t one to brag but if people were the one to compliment him he wouldn’t deny the comment. “the definition of home is something different for everyone, of course. to me it’ll always be venus, i think. i have such a high appreciation of it and i lived there for most of my life.”

the male looked down while he changed the position of his feet. it wasn’t as easy as some would think to come up with answers equivalent to dabin’s rambles so sang liked to buy himself some time. “how would you know paradise is paradise if you’ve never been through the land? and is paradise as perfect as they say?” he let it sit, not wanting to explain himself before the other had his turn of thoughts. they’d probably be there for a while.

[sangsv]

&&* use your head

[sangsv]

she’s never really been good at fighting, or schoolwork, or even going to classes. perhaps she’s made for other things — maybe she’s meant to sit in an office or travel for a company or something that doesn’t involve magic and villains. or maybe she just hasn’t reached her full potential yet. it’s hard to tell the difference. but when it comes down to it ryujin really doesn’t know why she signed up for these special teams.

but since she did, there has to be some semblance of responsibility, a weight on her shoulders that she would have to bear. surprisingly, she’s okay with it. there’s no point in running, especially not when her friends are in danger. she doesn’t know if she can actually save youngae, but she can’t just sit and do nothing.

“what? oh.” she turns around quickly, started at the sudden telepathy. she’s not entirely sure if she should respond in the same way, her skills being what they are it’s questionable at best, so she just nods, holding her breath and looking in the direction of the noise. “we’ll be okay, right?”

he felt the need to be the one keeping everybody calm. sang already did it under normal circumstances, but watching the small team enter a battlefield made his stomach hurt. they were still only students and the male never really saw himself as the leader type. as long as he managed to keep them focused he was sure they’d do well. they had to.

“of course we will. we trained hard for this, didn’t we?” they didn’t actually have a lot of time to train — or at least not as much as it’d be expected. ryujin, for example, was originally part of another team, as well as some other people around him. to work together as a unit when you’ve never had to do it before was a tough task to do, but sang could only wish they’d do it well.

instead of turning back to investigate the man could only trust their supervisor would deal with it. their mission was to find youngae and taking breaks was far from an option. “we must keep going.” sang gave the girl a pat on the shoulder as a way to give her comfort, but he was also a bit unsure if it’d work in that situation. “try to relax a bit. i know it’s weird but it’s necessary.”

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[sangsv]

outgoing ➟ lee sang ↻ 03:07 — “warn the senshis, then” ↻ 03:08 — WHO DO YOU THINK WE ARE ↻ 03:08 — … wait… you think i’m brave?  😉 

〔 ✉ ⇒  the #1 TA 🌑✨ 〕 ↪ students? ↪ of course you’re brave ↪ if not you then who? ↪ me? ↪ i still think the best thing we can do right now is sleep ↪ which is what i was doing already

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[sangsv]

“Maybe,” he stretched out the word, holding a hand up for emphasis. There was more than just a chance that Sang was right, but there was also a chance that Taewoo was, too. There was just something about that circus that didn’t seem right and every bit of him wanted to figure out what made his skin crawl before it was too late. Because, if he was right, then Seoul was in danger… which meant that they were in danger. And facing such a thing wasn’t something Taewoo was sure if he was ready to do. “I just might be obsessed, but…” – he had an idea (a brilliant idea) –  “…how about we bet on if I’m right or not?” 

He continued to listen to Sang’s nagging: who knew that his grandmother had the ability to transform into a different person and was not living in the same room as him on Earth? The thought was kind of scary. “I don’t have a lot of clothes, I just re-wear things. What’s so wrong with that?” He let his posture fall again, stomach rolls scrunching together. As long as his clothes didn’t smell, Taewoo had no problem with wearing and wearing and wearing them again. The only few pieces that he wouldn’t re-wear were underwear and socks… unless he really needed to (which was at least a few times a month – something he wouldn’t ever admit, especially not to Sang). “So how about we bet that if I’m right, you have to do my laundry for two months. And if you’re right, then I get to do whatever you want me to do for two months. How does that sound?” 

his palms pressed against the pile of clothing while his eyes had their aim dead on the other. “a bet?” how ridiculous. it wasn’t simply because sang wasn’t the competitive type or that he didn’t believe in his point of view, but the simple fact such thing was even suggested. the older let out a disappointed sigh, shaking his head lightly. “how could you even think of that? you really wish that bad that we are in danger? do you want to win that bet?”

he felt like a mother scolding her child, but some thought was needed to be put into the situation. they were talking about an actual danger that could cause harm to others and sang didn’t really want to put any sort of wish on that becoming true — and much less would he like to win a bet on how right he was people were going to get hurt. “if you ever want me to wash your clothes you can just ask me, you know.” maybe he wasn’t the strongest but a big pile of fabric wasn’t any kind of challenge. “still, if i end up being wrong you can always say ‘i told you so’.”

[sangsv]

dionysus

MEME  —  MYTHS & TAROT CARDS dionysus: my character gets drunk with yours.

sang didn’t really like getting drunk but sometimes things led to another and before he knew it his sight was a bit freaky. “i don’t think that’s right.” his palms dragged themselves down the sides of his face, pulling the skin along with them. how they had reached such point the older was truly uncertain, but his brain still worked its hardest to try making sense of things. “don’t horses move in the shape of an ‘H’? since they’re horses?” sang took his chess piece back with shaky hands. he could be drunk but he still had the power of logic.

the piece flew across the board in an almost perfect ‘H’ shape, knocking down anything that was in its way (including its same-colored mates). “there you go.” the man set his horse by the center of the board with a single move of confidence. that time he was certain of his decision (not necessarily meaning he was right). “check... mate.”

[sangsv]

&&* creepier

[sangsv]

at first she’s curious as to what exactly the rules are, and she opens her mouth in a lame attempt to figure it out. but then she figures that it doesn’t exactly matter, as long as they’re getting somewhere. maybe the exact requirements are a conversation for another day, maybe when they’re both a little closer and the situation calls for it. for now she’s content with just getting food.

ryujin shrugs noncommittally, the smile never leaving her lips. “i never said my standards were high. they’re really not, to be honest.” she sees that more as a good thing than a bad thing, because it’s convenient to like everything, and she always thought that being a picky eater would be difficult. having variety in food choices is one of life’s greatest gifts.

“okay.” she nods, following him down the street. “i trust you, so don’t let me down!”

his fingers went up the back of his head, messing his hair a bit, though it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed by brushing them back down. “it’s good to have your standards not too high but, still, a good appreciator of food likes them all — except the bad ones.” and that was his word of thought for the day. sang may have had some sort of smart, collected image going for him, but that didn’t mean he was always uptight. if he was then how would he ever share his grandpa jokes?

“the place is pretty close to the academy, actually. i’ll be impressed if you don’t know it.” they could see it in the distance if they tried hard enough, or at least only the piece that stuck out with their name on it. if the girl enjoyed tteokbokki as much as it had sounded like she did then maybe there was a chance she was actually a regular at the restaurant. that’d be funny. “you can trust me! theirs only lose to my tteokbokki if i have any right to say that.’”

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[sangsv]

the empress

MEME  —  MYTHS & TAROT CARDS the empress: what do you desire most?

“the most? i think as for right i’d just like to learn. i may be a 3rd year already but i don’t think i’m anywhere near the limit of my knowledge. with an overall look, i think people already know i’d love to travel the world - and not only this but many others as well. but that’s learning too, isn’t it? i’d like to appreciate the new cultures and languages. i just want to learn a lot.”

[sangsv]

the hanged man

MEME  —  MYTHS & TAROT CARDS the hanged man: would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else’s?

“most definitely. it’s what comes with the job, of course, but even out of duty i think i’d do it. my life isn’t more important than anyone else’s and the other way around. still, how could i just let someone go if i had the power to stop that? it makes sense to me.”

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the lovers

MEME  —  MYTHS & TAROT CARDS the lovers: what qualities would your ideal partner have?

“he needs to be kind and caring because it’s nice to respect people. since i prefer to take things nice and slow i think a person who tends to take the initiative would fit me well. like someone who’d make taewoo wash his clothes in less than a year. he needs to smell good and take me out to try new food. also, a good sense a humor would be well received. if you like to drink water that’s an extra because i need someone to remind me.”

[sangsv]

persephone

MEME  —  MYTHS & TAROT CARDS persephone: my character is held prisoner by yours.

“you shouldn’t have tried to run away.” he sat down on the wall opposite to the door, snapping open the package while he waited for taewoo to try defending himself. it was hard and tiring for him to try educating what felt like the entire crystal academy. most times he would just give his speech and let them think for themselves, but after over a year of dealing with the other sang had finally reached his limit.

biting into it was a bad choice which prompted him to push the treat away, complaining under his breath. “it’s strawberry! do you like it? strawberry popsicle?” the reply was multiple thuds against the door and some complaining following right after. the key to the room sat by his side in no apparent rush to be used. sang was in no rush to use it either. “you don’t have the right to complain! i warned you to do your laundry and look where it got you! jail!”

the jail was nothing else but the laundry room, of course, empty except by taewoo who he had managed to trap inside. “i saved one for you so hurry up before it melts.”

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